The silver-leaved birch retains in its old age a soft bark; there are some such men.

With hat in hand, one gets on in the world.

When the foot of the' mountain is enveloped in mist, the mountain appears to us much loftier than it is; so also when the ground and basis of a disaster is not clear to us.

The silver-leaved birch retains in its old age a soft bark; there are some such men.

I have been young and am now old, and have not yet known an untruthful man to come to a good end.

People look with sympathetic eyes only at the blossom and the fruit, and disregard the long period of transition during which the one is ripening into the other.

Some men, like modern shops, hang everything in their show windows; when one goes inside, nothing is to be found.